Bossy Lady Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. Ne‐Yo
Bossy Lady Songtext
To deal with a dude like me baby
You gotta be the H.B.I.C
The head bitch in charge callin′ all the shots baby
Can't be scared to gamble
Gotta roll the dice
Feel me? Scared money don′t make none
Shorty look I know my ego looking forty foot
Big chain and not talkin' bout the naughty look
Mine Gotti unless I'm lookin′ for the sporty look
He young and rich and bitch
That go without a argument
My kicks brown and now
I′m looking for Rhianna n' dem′
Smoke junky, kush funkier than parliament
What's the problem then girl fuck apartments
Move in with me on the beach now your top ten
You can do the spa
See a newer car
These my feelings and I′m really feeling who you are
Baby light brown, with the right smile
First lady and she ready for the White House
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows you′re the boss's girl
My diamond, envy of all yo friends
Big moves that we're making
Got us on top of the world
You′re the boss′s girl
(I got nothing but love for you baby)
Baby you're the boss′s girl
(I love to pay yo bills baby)
Ohhhhhhh
(It excites me! You know what I'm talkin′ bout?)
Fresh limousines, tall waterfalls
Valet at the crib, my cars I love em' all
Boss Lady, she the head bitch in charge
She asks for head first so she gets it off top
Champagne pop, rubber band knots
Multi-millionaire no that other man not
Let her call the shots, she want me on the top
And the way I want it, it will be a month before I stop
Kinda walk funny
Stumble out the bed
Snap of her finger niggas pickin′ up her tabs
Walking through the mall got me carrying her bags
I gotta pause cause this muthafucker bad
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows you're the boss′s girl
My diamond, envy of all ya friends
Big moves that we′re making
Got us on top of the world
You're the boss′s girl
(I love you baby) Ohh
Baby you're the boss′s girl
(Feels good when you say it)
(Baby i love you) you're the boss′s girl
Cursing down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy
When I'm upset all my niggas trigga happy
Do me a favor, watch your behavior
Cause I'm insane send you straight to yo Savior
Lookin′ at my savings baby I can save ya
Take ya parasol and go straight to Jamacia
Ya man a boti boy, with the bumbaclots
You deserve better,
6 car garage
Come in late night
So I′m airport
As I take flight,
I'm ya Air Jordan
We the world champs
Come and ball with us
Gotta take my time when I put my all in her
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you′re supposed to
Everyone knows you're the boss′s girl
My diamond, envy of all ya friends
Big moves that we're making
Got us on top of the world
You′re the boss's girl
Baby you're the boss′s girl
So baby you′re the boss's girl
You gotta be the H.B.I.C
The head bitch in charge callin′ all the shots baby
Can't be scared to gamble
Gotta roll the dice
Feel me? Scared money don′t make none
Shorty look I know my ego looking forty foot
Big chain and not talkin' bout the naughty look
Mine Gotti unless I'm lookin′ for the sporty look
He young and rich and bitch
That go without a argument
My kicks brown and now
I′m looking for Rhianna n' dem′
Smoke junky, kush funkier than parliament
What's the problem then girl fuck apartments
Move in with me on the beach now your top ten
You can do the spa
See a newer car
These my feelings and I′m really feeling who you are
Baby light brown, with the right smile
First lady and she ready for the White House
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows you′re the boss's girl
My diamond, envy of all yo friends
Big moves that we're making
Got us on top of the world
You′re the boss′s girl
(I got nothing but love for you baby)
Baby you're the boss′s girl
(I love to pay yo bills baby)
Ohhhhhhh
(It excites me! You know what I'm talkin′ bout?)
Fresh limousines, tall waterfalls
Valet at the crib, my cars I love em' all
Boss Lady, she the head bitch in charge
She asks for head first so she gets it off top
Champagne pop, rubber band knots
Multi-millionaire no that other man not
Let her call the shots, she want me on the top
And the way I want it, it will be a month before I stop
Kinda walk funny
Stumble out the bed
Snap of her finger niggas pickin′ up her tabs
Walking through the mall got me carrying her bags
I gotta pause cause this muthafucker bad
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you're supposed to
Everyone knows you're the boss′s girl
My diamond, envy of all ya friends
Big moves that we′re making
Got us on top of the world
You're the boss′s girl
(I love you baby) Ohh
Baby you're the boss′s girl
(Feels good when you say it)
(Baby i love you) you're the boss′s girl
Cursing down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy
When I'm upset all my niggas trigga happy
Do me a favor, watch your behavior
Cause I'm insane send you straight to yo Savior
Lookin′ at my savings baby I can save ya
Take ya parasol and go straight to Jamacia
Ya man a boti boy, with the bumbaclots
You deserve better,
6 car garage
Come in late night
So I′m airport
As I take flight,
I'm ya Air Jordan
We the world champs
Come and ball with us
Gotta take my time when I put my all in her
Baby you, you shine just like I do
Just like you′re supposed to
Everyone knows you're the boss′s girl
My diamond, envy of all ya friends
Big moves that we're making
Got us on top of the world
You′re the boss's girl
Baby you're the boss′s girl
So baby you′re the boss's girl
Writer(s): Shaffer Smith, William Leonard Roberts, Andrew Brett Harr, Jermaine Jerrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com